Lu Yu and Wu Chengyi faced each other like this, standing on the pitch-black highway, akin to two statues, appearing incredibly tranquil.
The killing aura emanating from them spread out, like the most piercing cold wind in the depth of winter, making one feel chilling to the bone, full of coldness.
At this moment, Wu Chengyi held the handle of the Great Saber in his hand, his movements rustic, his eyes flickering with a sharp gleam, just like the eyes of a beast, emitting a gleaming thirst for blood.
Now the killing aura around Wu Chengyi had already reached its peak, and the arm holding the saber trembled slightly, as if a beast about to break free from its cage, extremely terrifying.
Compared to Wu Chengyi's intense killing intent, Lu Yu seemed quite calm. He looked at Wu Chengyi in front of him, his body standing in place, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
Because he couldn't see any flaws in the way Wu Chengyi held his sword!
